Nanda Part 2
P r e s e n t D a y s
"Do you feel better, Fernanda?" Hermes still had his arms around me.
"I think so," I mumbled, shaken—partly from the discomfort, partly from feeling him so close to me.
Honestly, I wasn’t so sure. It was a lot to take in, and only now was I starting to process what had happened. Conflicting feelings and sensations, all mixed with the awareness of a tragedy.
"Then let’s go. We need to get to the station," he said, slowly releasing his arms from around my waist, where he had been holding me. He waited a few seconds to make sure I could stand on my own without collapsing again.
I took another deep breath and declined the water he once again offered. Now distanced from the shelter of his body, I could feel the coldness in the way he treated me. In that moment, I realized I was nothing more than an important piece in a puzzle—my statement might help the police solve a crime, or it might not. He wasn’t with me because I was Nanda, but because I was a murder suspect.
If his closeness still made the past rush back for me, to Hermes—judging by his reactions—everything between us was buried. I meant nothing to him anymore, and I couldn’t blame him for that. I was the one who had walked away, not him, regardless of the reasons behind it.
"Alright..." I replied, the bitter taste in my mouth this time having nothing to do with the nausea.
I looked at the car, the emergency lights still flashing, but without the piercing sound of the siren. Suelen looked at me with a certain disdain. I could almost read her thoughts: "Another spoiled princess."
But she knew nothing about me or what I had been through—neither did Hermes, who had no idea what had been happening to me or how the last five years of my life had unfolded.
I returned to the car, sat on the right side of the back seat, and the "doctor," as the officer called him, shut the door, isolating me from the noise outside—back into that claustrophobic and intimidating vehicle.
I was alone.
Six years behind
With my bikini top in front of his feet, Hermes looked away, observed the wet piece in front of him, and raised his head again to look me in the eye, still in that sentinel pose.
He showed no hurry, and said nothing.
But I was sure I hadn't been wrong in my judgment; his expression was firm, but not unreadable.
Only then did he heave his chest, lower his gaze again, analyzing the water dripping from my bikini bottoms to his feet, and stripped off his shirt. Then, he reached behind his waist to remove the gun that was tucked inside the waistband. He left my chain, still in its plastic bag, his cell phone, and his wallet on the small table next to my glass of water. Looking at me, he removed his black sneakers without untying the laces and was soon without his pants. His skin was even more tanned than I'd imagined, his muscles now visible, incredibly prominent. Hermes was hairless, typical of athletic men who shaved it off to maximize their workouts at the gym.
His toned abs, in addition to the six prominent six-packs, featured several other dividing lines on the sides of his waist, and his thighs were so firm they didn't seem real.
His dive was flawless, and he reached me, at the far edge of the pool, without even needing to catch his breath. Once he reached me, he trapped me with his body, wrapping his arms around me, and took possession of my lips hungrily.
I felt his tongue invading my mouth and the need for his kiss, as one of his hands already held me steady by the base of my head. It was as if this man hungered for my lips, and his desire intensified with each new, unexplored corner of my mouth that he explored. He pressed me against the tiled side, wedging his right leg between mine, massaging my throbbing core, making my need evident. Completely rigid, he tried to hold back, perhaps to avoid appearing more vulnerable than I was, preferring to continue stimulating me with his deliciously firm thigh, playing with my most intimate part.
"Is that how you like it, 'Nanda'?" he murmured between kisses.
I couldn't say "yes" without moaning, and he began massaging me even more firmly.
"That's why you came here, isn't it?" I finally managed to ask, my voice broken, overcome by the excitement of the moment, still fueled by the erotic dreams I'd had about him the night before.
"You know you do." He pulled me onto his lap and walked with me to the opposite side of the pool, where the metal ladder was.
It was difficult to keep my hands away from his body, because the caresses I was giving him were also reflected in my core. His addictive mouth couldn't stay away from mine any longer, as his large hands traveled along my half-naked figure, exploring the texture of my velvety skin.
Step by step, he lifted us out of the water with ease and carried me toward the third and final beach bed, which was moderately reclined, shaded by the umbrella, next to the small table he'd used to lay out his clothes.
He lay on top of me and touched my nipples for the first time, not exactly with his hands, but with his lips, sucking on the peaks already swollen from the excitement I felt.
He ran his tongue along the imaginary line that existed on my abdomen, until he reached my bikini bottoms. Then he knelt over me and untied the side ties, leaving me completely naked, to savor me with his dark, expressive eyes.
With his thumb, he teased my already swollen bud and arched over me, pushing my legs even further apart. Without me expecting it, he took his finger, smeared with my wetness, into his mouth and sucked on it, his eyes closed, savoring my taste in an incredibly erotic and arousing scene.
"How delicious!" he said before bringing his mouth to my core and beginning to penetrate me with his tongue, causing uncontrollable spasms in my body. "Why don't you tell me what you want?"
I wanted him inside me, urgently. No! Not only did I want him, I needed him inside me, but the spasms of pleasure prevented me from even speaking.
"Her..."
"Is that what you want, Nanda?" he finally asked, guiding my right hand to massage his erection, still hidden by the tight briefs on his body.
I shook my head, lust overwhelming me, and he finally got up from the beach bed to take off his boxers, then took the opportunity to retrieve the metal envelope from his wallet. I followed his every move, including the unrolling of the condom on his swollen, enlarged member, until he, kneeling facing me, grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him, sliding easily inside me.
The feeling of being filled I had a new taste for that man, because he moved me so much, I couldn't explain it.
Aware of the effects he had on me, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to feel his thrusts, which started slow and gentle, but gradually gained strength and he began to thrust firmly into me, until the hilt, faster and faster, more and more delicious, even as I began to feel the contractions of my internal muscles squeezing him inside me.
"Oh, Hermes..." I let out between breathless moans, my body losing strength, with a mixture of pleasure and desperation that contaminated each of my limbs, weakened by the intensity of the orgasm. "That's it, Nanda... good girl, come for me," was the only thing he said, before he began to increase the speed and force of his thrusts, until his expression of desperation turned to relief and he collapsed on top of me, with all his weight, but not before possessing my lips one last time, and only then trying to catch his breath.
Hermes was exhausted, and so was I. Sex had never been as good as I had just experienced with this man.
P r e s e n t D a y s
"We’re here, Fernanda," I heard his cold, impersonal voice again, pulling me back from our memories.
What we had lived together was undoubtedly in the past. He would never forgive me.
